Sunday, May 24, 2009
Your Highness
sibei walaowei late. bad habit to kick. period.
surfing the trays along the conveyor at wheelock made me look daym awe-strucked. i was spoiled. aiyer.
u, ur highness, makes me haf whirly-whirlies in my tummy. and that makes me feel im flying on cloud nine. and i finally get it about not having to be afraid of what u mean to me. then prolly now, i can tell the world that u are my display pendant, and i am ur artist.
so lemme draw u, beautiful